Not much of a cheese shop really, is it?
Selling, selling. Very good. Very good. Oh, wicked. Wicked. You’re wicked. Eh? Know what I mean. Know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Know what I mean? Nudge nudge. Nudge nudge. Say…no…more.
Red… no, blue! Aiyeeeeeeeeeee!
This is a misquote; the actual quote is:
Good morning. I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, but I’m afraid my walk has become rather sillier recently, and so it takes me rather longer to get to work.
Thanks, Knorf.
We interrupt this programme to annoy you and make things generally irritating for you.
It’s…
It’s a Mr. Death, dear. He’s here about the reaping.
No! I want a blow on the head.
Hello, good evening and welcome to another edition of Blood, Devastation, Death, War and Horror, and later on we’ll be meeting a man who does gardening.
What a stupid concept!
If we took the bones out, it wouldn’t be crunchy, would it?
Oh, shove the abattoir, it’s not important.
I would cut off the more disreputable parts of the body and use the space for playing fields.
It was a day like any other and Mr and Mrs Samuel Brainsample were a perfectly ordinary couple, leading perfectly ordinary lives - the sort of people to whom nothing extraordinary ever happened, and not the kind of people to be the centre of one of the most astounding incidents in the history of mankind … So let’s forget about them and follow instead the destiny of this man … (camera pans off them; they both look disappointed; camera picks up instead a smart little business man, in bowler, briefcase and pinstripes) … Harold Potter, gardener, and tax official, first victim of Creatures from another Planet.
Mr. and Mrs. Watson of Ivy Cottage, Worplesdon Road, Hull, chose a very cunning way of not being seen. When we called at their house, we found that they had gone away on two weeks holiday. They had not left any forwading address, and they had bolted and barred the house to prevent us from getting in. However a neighbour told us where there were.
***** KABOOM!!! *****
And here is the neighbour…
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Here is where he lived…
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And this is where Lord Langdin lived who refused to speak to us…
***** KABOOM!!! *****
So did the gentleman who lived here…
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and here…
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and of course here…
***** KABOOOOOM!!! *****
This new learning amazes me, Sir Bedevere. Explain again how sheep’s bladders may be employed to prevent earthquakes.
Now, old lady: you have one last chance. Confess the heinous sin of heresy, reject the works of the ungodly—two last chances. And you shall be free—three last chances. You have three last chances, the nature of which I have divulged in my previous utterance.
Have you got any… *will you shut that bloody dancing up?! *